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  Chen Jingyi saw the sword and his heart trembled. He could naturally see that the sword was also a transformed sword, and after transformation, the sword aura condensed into a solid substance. As for himself, his own sword had just been transformed not long ago, and it could be said that it was not he who had refined it step by step to nothingness, so the sword aura was much looser.

  Snowflakes filled the sky, one by one, falling on the sword, silently turning into snow powder and drifting in the air, forming a cluster of snow mist.

  When the snow fog rose, the two swords disappeared at the same time.

  The sword hums to life, drifting away across this endless snowy expanse.

  In the sky, among the fluttering snowflakes, a ring suddenly transformed into fog, and within a radius of one zhang, the snowflakes that fell into it immediately dispersed.

  After a long time, the soft sword hum disappeared.

  Snowflakes resumed their gentle falling appearance, and the two swords reappeared, with their gleaming light still present.

  The Misty Heaven Sword appears to be less condensed than that sword, but it has an advantage. This sword has a sword spirit, and the sword spirit is integrated with Chen Jing's divine soul, which means that the Misty Heaven Sword is equivalent to Chen Jing in this regard. This advantage allows the sword to be more agile. That sword's sword aura is condensed, its power is naturally much greater, it just wants to disperse the Misty Heaven Sword, as long as the sword aura disperses, the Misty Heaven Sword will cease to exist, looking at the sword light on the sword body, it obviously can't do that.

  This is the first person Chen Jing has met since practicing swordsmanship who is not inferior to herself in swordsmanship. Just as she was thinking about what kind of person would be behind her, she appeared.

  She wore a blue Taoist robe, with her black hair tied up in a ponytail, fluttering in the wind and snow. A blue waistband was tightly wrapped around her waist, making it look extremely slender, with an ancient gourd tied to her left side. She looked at Chen Jing, her two eyebrows like swords, exuding a heroic aura, without any makeup on her face, looking simple yet sharp.

  The Heavenly Sword flashed in the void and transformed into a person, wearing the same blue clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his hair tied back, staring at her intently.

  She only saw her take off the gourd from her waist, open the mouth of the gourd with her left thumb, and with a wave of her right hand, the handleless sword blade turned into a white light that fell into her hand. The sword light made her hand look even whiter, and it was clear that her fingernails were extremely short, as if they had been trimmed with that handleless short sword.

  As the sword fell into her hand, the gourd in her left hand was already against her mouth, her neck arched back, and her eyes still staring unwaveringly at Chen Jing, clearly visible as she swallowed.

  In the wind and snow, Chen Jing smelled a strong wine aroma.

  In the midst of a snowstorm, a woman in blue Taoist robes stood suspended in mid-air, one hand grasping a sword's light and the other holding an upside-down wine gourd, drinking with her head thrown back. Her eyes were haughty, as if she saw all living things as nothing. Ye Qingxue was a kind of stillness, peaceful and quiet, never taking action, forever avoiding anyone harboring hostility towards her. The woman before him, however, was proud, like the sword's light in her hand - unhandled and unsheathed, revealing its sharp edge.

  She tilted her head back to drink, her eyes still fixed on Chen Jing, who was also staring at her, feeling that the woman in front of him was extremely dangerous.

  Suddenly, the woman's right hand grasped a sword that flashed with light, nimbly held between her index and middle fingers. Immediately after, she leapt into the air and stabbed downwards. Without saying a word, without any courtesy or pretext, she downed a large mouthful of wine and then thrust her sword through the wind and snow. The corner of her mouth still had a wine stain that flowed along her chin to her snowy neck, while her other hand held onto the wine gourd like a single-winged blue bird in flight.

  Chen Jing did not retreat and did not hide. He had never taken the initiative to fight with others, but in terms of swordsmanship, he had not yet met a true opponent who could defeat him. Today was the first one.

  So he stood still, also with his hand holding a sword, although what was held in his hand was a loose sword light. The sword light fluttered out, and the two sword hums sounded almost at the same time.

  Snowflakes scattered in the sky, snow fog suddenly appeared, a piece of gray mist, without a single complete snowflake.

  In the sky, the woman suddenly disappeared, and Chen Jing also suddenly disappeared. Both were swift swords, when the two reappeared, they had already exchanged positions. The woman stood on the snowy ground, tilting her head to take a sip of wine, sideways facing Chen Jing, Chen Jing in mid-air, not staying, with one sword flying down from the sky, the snowflakes in front of the sword light scattered, the woman tilted her head to drink wine, eyes slanting at Chen Jing, index finger and middle finger between which was sandwiched a flash of sword light, remote and inverted stabbing downwards Chen Jing.

  In an instant, the sword light was already pointing at her long neck that was still swallowing wine, she suddenly rose like a green leaf in the wind, and at the same time, one sword pointed towards the Misty Heaven Sword. How could Chen Jing be willing to let her sword strike his own Misty Heaven Sword? Her sword aura was as solid as a substance, if it struck the Misty Heaven Sword, it would be like two precious swords colliding, fearing that they would break each other. The Misty Heaven Sword wouldn't break with one strike, but when the two swords collided, it would cause the sword aura on the Misty Heaven Sword to disperse.

  The Heavenly Sword dispersed like white smoke in the instant it was struck by the sword light, merging into a mass of snow fog. Chen Jing naturally also disappeared without a trace. The mass of snow swept towards the woman's body. The female Taoist held a wine gourd in one hand and a sword in the other, floating backwards as she retreated. As her body floated up, her sword stabbed into the snow fog, and the swirling snow fog around her came to an abrupt halt. The snow fog dispersed, revealing a mass of sword light.

  Chen Jing stood still, his sword still pointing at the imposing female Taoist. The female Taoist's short sword without a hilt was also pointing at Chen Jing, the distance between them being only about one zhang*, including the length of the two swords. No one spoke.

  The nun's gourd in her hand was lifted again, and she was about to drink wine. Chen Jing had already stabbed out with his sword.

  Her drinking motion was, to Chen Jing, an unspoken invitation to battle. With sword in hand, she floated through the air like a flying sword. The sword led the way, bursting forth with a bloom of sword lotus flowers. Chen Jing followed behind, like the stem of a green lotus flower.

  Blossoming, one sword blossoms into a thousand lotus flowers.

  The sword between the woman's fingers changed direction with Chen Jing's movement, always pointing at Chen Jing. Just as the sword lotus bloomed, she moved. Not retreating, but thrusting straight into the center of the sword lotus, regardless of everything, as if it was a weak white lotus flower from the beginning. At the same time, her body followed the sword's movement, charging directly into the sword lotus.

  The lotus flower burst open, scattering in all directions and transforming into a cloud of white smoke, revealing a butterfly fluttering about. The butterfly then transformed into a figure clad in blue, holding a sword of light. In an instant, the sword flew upwards towards the female Taoist. However, she seemed to have not seen it at all, her hand flashing with a sword of light that shot towards Chen Jing's throat.

  Swift Sword, in an instant can pierce through tens of miles of empty space.

  However, both of them were displaying their Instant Sword Technique at such a short distance, with no preparation whatsoever, moving in an instant.

  The sword light stabbed towards Chen Jing's eyes, and the Mysterious Heaven Sword also slashed down. If it had really cut, the opponent would have been split in two, torn apart from chest to belly. The sword arrived, but Chen Jing suddenly floated sideways like a ghostly shadow, and the sword stabbed empty air.

  At the same time, the female Taoist also flew up into the air, just avoiding the Misty Heaven Sword. Her body was like a blue ribbon, floating and flying, her hand holding the sword had changed to a horizontal slash, chasing after Chen Jing's eyes and stabbing. And Chen Jing's hand holding the Misty Heaven Sword was also chasing after her and stabbing.

  From a distance, it looks like two fish biting each other's heads and tails in the water, and at first glance, it seems to be the yin-yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram rotating.

  Suddenly separate.

  It was just a fleeting moment, but the two of them had already changed their sword moves several times on the line between life and death. The sword scenery was hazy, the sword hum still lingering in the air, the two of them had already separated, each pointing their swords at each other from a distance.

  That last exchange was a matter of life and death, if either of us had hesitated for a moment, the sword in our hand would have slowed down, and we would have been defeated by the other's sword.

  If one's mind is not clear and calm, it can be tolerated in ordinary times, but at the critical moment of life and death, it can determine life and death. They all know this truth, yet they all choose this extreme way without exception, obviously having absolute confidence in their own hearts.

  The snow fell gently and silently, the wind had stopped at some point, and it was quiet enough to hear the sound of the snow falling between heaven and earth.

  "Unexpectedly, outside of Luzhou and Luofu, there is another sword cultivator like you." The female Taoist with the wine gourd said.

  Chen Jing replied: "The world is vast, I am just a tiny dust in it. Outside of Luzhou, there are countless people like me."

  "The world's sword immortals emerged from Luofu, one sword shattered all the laws of the world. Even if it is your own method of refining and offering swords, it is also a tradition passed down from Luofu. Since you cultivate the sword, you cannot say that you are a trivial dust in the world." The female Taoist said, her body had already floated up, the sword between her fingers was like a streak of bright light stabbing towards Chen Jing's throat.

  Chen Jing did not retreat, and the Misty Heaven Sword suddenly rose with a burst of white smoke. His body was enveloped in the sword light. From afar, one could only see the female Taoist's sword piercing through the Misty Heaven Sword's light, appearing in the distance without stopping, then another sword pierced through, disappearing, and reappearing in the sky, stabbing downwards with a reversed sword, her body already vanished into thin air while still in mid-air.

  Chen Jingru merged into a cluster of sword lights, drifting around and actually in a defensive state.

  Suddenly, the sword light in Chen Jing's hand surged violently, and a sword hum echoed through the void, rolling towards a place where there was nothing. Where the sword light passed, that void actually appeared with a whirlpool. The surrounding snow falling quietly was surging towards that swirling vortex of sword light.

  In the midst of the sword light, the female Taoist appeared, still holding a wine gourd in one hand and a sword in the other. Her body moved with the sword, left one sword right one sword, the sword moves were simple and concise. Chen Jing had already disappeared, leaving only a cluster of swords in space, vaguely visible was a blue butterfly fluttering about, now above, now below, now left, now right.

  This is in the swordplay manual.

  When the sword is born, it can lead the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. And this leading method depends on the sword key, a set of clever sword keys can stir up dozens of miles of wind and cloud changes, breaking spells. Chen Jing didn't go to learn any special sword keys, what he used was the swordsmanship he learned from that old swordsman when he was young, after so many years, he naturally wouldn't think it's just ordinary swordsmanship anymore, and he had long suspected that the old swordsman wasn't an ordinary person.

  This set of swordsmanship was the first time Chen Jing had fully employed it after his Sword Qi was formed. Years ago in Hei Yu State, he had completely relied on his Sword Qi and Instantaneous Sword to escape with his life, but now he wasn't escaping, he was dueling.